scenri 0.18.2 → 0.19.0

package/templates/showcase/kenji-wavelength-listening.json

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-{
-  "id": "kenji-wavelength-listening",
-  "title": "First listen, eyes closed",
-  "category": "launch",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "wavelength-studio-headphones"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "kenji"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "closeup-face-product-interaction"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Crop to his jaw, ear and the near cup worn in place, eyes closed above the frame, chin dropped a degree as the first note lands. Camera level with the ear cup's centre and swung 15 degrees behind him so the outer disc reads nearly square-on and the brushed-copper headband arc runs out of the top-right corner: 100mm at f/2.8, the matte charcoal composite disc concentric with the pad ring around it, one continuous fine chamfer stepping between them, the copper hinge firing a single anisotropic streak rather than a mirror, the protein-leather pad compressing softly against his jaw with the skin giving where it bears. That pad and cup carry no mark, badge, port, lettering or status light of any kind — one clean unbroken surface. Skin keeps true pore texture through the falloff, the precise low side part holding its line above. His collarbone and a charcoal crew neckline fade through the bottom edge; nothing below the chest is anywhere in frame."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 22,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/kestrel-jacket-julien-low-key.json

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-{
-  "id": "kestrel-jacket-julien-low-key",
-  "title": "Waxed cotton, low-key study",
-  "category": "editorial",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "kestrel-waxed-field-jacket"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "julien"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "low-key-character-study"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Three-quarter turn into the single source, collar up, his hand mid-pull on the storm placket so the wax breaks into cracked highlights along the fold lines. 85mm at f/2 at chest height: the brass snap under his thumb razor sharp, his jaw and stubble catching the last of the key, the far shoulder gone to black. Charcoal merino crew beneath, dark wool trousers. Rain still beads on the shoulder yoke and one bead tracks down the sleeve. The tan corduroy collar edge cuts the top-right corner; his knuckles blur through the bottom-left, cut by both edges."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 20,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/kestrel-otis-alpine-ridge.json

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-{
-  "id": "kestrel-otis-alpine-ridge",
-  "title": "Cresting the ridge above the cloud sea",
-  "category": "cinematic",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "kestrel-waxed-field-jacket"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "otis"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "wide-establishing-environment"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Catch him mid-stride cresting the ridge, small in the lower third, the cloud sea and thin blue taking the rest of the height — jacket worn open, both front panels and the hem snapping downwind, grass laid flat in a travelling wave, hair pushed off his forehead. 35mm at f/8 from thirty metres out, below the trail line so he breaks the skyline. A lichen-crusted boulder blurs the near-right foreground, cut by the right and bottom edges. Dress him fully: charcoal ribbed merino crew, olive canvas trousers cuffed over brown lace-up leather hiking boots. Let the garment read unmarked."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 76,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/keystone-keyboard-cut-paper-poster.json

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-{
-  "id": "keystone-keyboard-cut-paper-poster",
-  "title": "Keyboard on cut paper",
-  "category": "social",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "keystone-works-low-profile-keyboard"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "cut-paper-stage"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph, edge to edge, no border, frame or letterbox band. Read the scene's four cut-paper planes — cobalt blue, cherry red, golden yellow, emerald green — as exactly two instead: cobalt and golden yellow only, meeting on one straight diagonal seam, no red or green paper. The board lies across that seam angled twenty degrees off the frame edge, arrows nearest camera. Read the scene's elevated three-quarter as a low elevated three-quarter: camera only thirty degrees above the paper, level with the tops of the caps, 55mm at f/9 from a metre out, so the near anodised case flank opens into a continuous band across the lower third. KEYSTONE, one word, is lasered into that flank at nearly half its length on one baseline parallel to the long edge, large and easily read, never on a keycap or the top deck. One hard poster key from camera-left at 10am: every blank low-profile cap throws the same short shadow onto its neighbour, and the case lays one clean black bar down the cobalt with a hard contact shadow under its front lip, no gap. Case three-quarters of the frame width. PHYSICAL TRUTH: this is a photograph of a real object in a real place, not a composite and not a render. Wherever the device touches a surface it makes hard contact — a dark contact shadow directly under the contact line with no floating gap, and the surface reads as bearing its weight. Its display and glass reflect what is actually around it in this frame, at the correct angle, never a generic studio softbox. The light on the device matches the scene's own key in direction, colour temperature and hardness. Depth falls off continuously the way a real lens falls off, never a uniform blur behind a cut-out subject. The device sits at true hand scale against everything else in frame."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 3,
-  "quality": "standard",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 96,
-  "family": "studio"
-}

package/templates/showcase/keystone-keyboard-home-row-halo.json

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-{
-  "id": "keystone-keyboard-home-row-halo",
-  "title": "Home row, one key down",
-  "category": "launch",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "keystone-works-low-profile-keyboard"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Framed 1:1 life-size on the home row, the board filling the frame corner to corner: camera at case level twenty centimetres out, lens axis level with the tops of the caps and tilted down 12 degrees, 100mm at f/4. The caps are genuinely low-profile — short flat PBT slabs barely four millimetres proud with a shallow dish, never tall sculpted blocks — the near off-white alpha row running out of both side edges, the case's low front lip one razor line beneath them, the knurled knob soft at top-right with one bright notch on its rim. Only two fingertips enter the picture: the index and middle of a right hand crossing the right frame edge, cropped at the middle knuckle so no palm, wrist, arm, cuff or any other part of a body is anywhere in frame, the index resting on one alpha cap sitting visibly a millimetre below its neighbours, its backlight halo the brightest thing here and bleeding a thin even line under every blank cap. Focus pinned on that pressed cap, the rear function row soft. One warm practical low at camera-right skims the anodised flank into a long streak. Case unmarked."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 87,
-  "family": "studio"
-}

package/templates/showcase/lumen-hotel-bar.json

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-{
-  "id": "lumen-hotel-bar",
-  "title": "Nightcap, signet on marble",
-  "category": "campaign",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "lumen-co-signet-ring"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " The signet rests face-up on deep-green marble at a hotel bar in golden lamplight, beside a half-poured coupe and a folded linen napkin, the bar's brass rail running a warm line out of focus behind. 100mm macro at f/2.8 level with the band, the brushed gold holding one soft window of light and the polished face mirroring the pendant lamps as a single stretched highlight. A hand reaches in from the right, blurred mid-motion about to take it, cut by the right edge. Inside the band the LUMEN & CO. hallmark catches a point of lamplight. The marble's veining runs sharp under the ring and melts into bokeh within a hand's width."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 3,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 13,
-  "family": "place"
-}

package/templates/showcase/lumen-signet-clay-impression.json

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-{
-  "id": "lumen-signet-clay-impression",
-  "title": "Signet and the disc it just pressed",
-  "category": "catalog",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "lumen-co-signet-ring"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. The impression pressed into the clay is exactly the diameter of the ring's polished face and no larger, the two set side by side a thumb's width apart to be read one against the other. Its floor is dead flat, burnished where that face compressed it, its wall vertical, not dished, one fine burr standing proud around its rim, no thicker than a fingernail. The signet lies on its side beside it, sunk a millimetre into the wet grey stoneware, a crescent of displaced clay pushed up along its lower edge and a dark wet contact line beneath it, no gap. Broad wavy ridges a centimetre apart rake the fresh-cut slab. 100mm macro at f/8, framed 1:1 life-size so the frame spans barely four fingers of clay, camera thirty degrees above, one large soft source from the left at mid-morning raking a hairline shadow off that burr. Ring and impression fill the frame: the cut lip crops at the top, clay runs out both sides, a thumb's depth of trough below. Face and impression both blank."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 3,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 86,
-  "family": "material"
-}

package/templates/showcase/lumen-signet-ink-bloom.json

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-{
-  "id": "lumen-signet-ink-bloom",
-  "title": "Signet blacked in candle smoke",
-  "category": "editorial",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "lumen-co-signet-ring"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " The signet was smoked over a beeswax candle until its flat face carried a coat of lamp-black. The soot is uneven and granular, heavier at the rim, thinning to the centre, bare gold showing through in pinholes. One fingertip dragged through it in a single pass: the leading edge soft and feathered, soot piled in a low ridge where the finger pushed it, a fingerprint whorl in the gold it exposed. What is exposed is the ring's own plain high-polish gold - nothing inlaid, no enamel, no stone - carbon dust on metal, not a two-tone face. It rests tipped thirty degrees on a ridge of spilled beeswax, still cream and unburnt, on scorched brass shim; the candle sits just off the left edge, its flame the only source in a dark room after midnight, the swept face turned toward it. 100mm macro at f/4, framed 1:1 life-size, camera just above the ring axis, the ring at a third of the frame. The inner band shows the LUMEN & CO. mark struck unlettered, a plain sunken square taking one point of candlelight. Smoke crosses between lens and ring; brass runs out of the bottom edge, the sides into darkness."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 94,
-  "family": "material"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marden-cole-denim-maren-editorial-walk.json

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-{
-  "id": "marden-cole-denim-maren-editorial-walk",
-  "title": "Selvedge denim, mid-stride",
-  "category": "editorial",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marden-cole-selvedge-denim-jacket"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "maren"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "editorial-walk-fashion-strip"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Catch her at full stride toward the lens, jacket worn open over a plain white ribbed tank, both front panels swung back with the step, copper shank buttons catching in a line. 50mm at f/2 from chest height, tracking with her; her trailing hand and the swinging hem carry the only blur. Charcoal wide-leg trousers, white leather sneakers, fully dressed. A blurred pedestrian shoulder crosses the near-left edge; the shopfront behind dissolves to soft verticals. Her stride is long and mid-motion, the leading knee driving forward, hem and trailing hand carrying real blur. A small unlettered woven selvedge flag sits at the inner collar seam, flipped out by the wind."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 67,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marden-cole-denim-mateo-car-window.json

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-{
-  "id": "marden-cole-denim-mateo-car-window",
-  "title": "Leaning into the driver's window",
-  "category": "lifestyle",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marden-cole-selvedge-denim-jacket"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "mateo"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. Shoot from the passenger seat of a parked estate car: he leans into the open driver's window on both forearms, jacket worn open and owning most of the frame height, laughing at whoever is inside, the door frame boxing him and the dashboard vinyl blurring hard across the whole near foreground, cut by the bottom edge. 35mm at f/2.8 from seated height, low morning sun coming over his shoulder so the raw indigo goes hot along the collar ridge, the twill grain reads diagonally and the copper buttons throw small warm points down the placket. Thick waved black hair pushed back, light stubble, smile lines held. Faded brick-red tee, straight cream canvas trousers, brown suede desert boots, fully dressed. Gravel car park and a flat grey sea haze out behind him; the door frame cuts the right edge, the roof line cuts the top, and a wing mirror flares white at the left. Leave the denim unmarked in this frame."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 24,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marden-cole-denim-rain-glass-beads.json

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-{
-  "id": "marden-cole-denim-rain-glass-beads",
-  "title": "Pool light writing across raw indigo",
-  "category": "editorial",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marden-cole-selvedge-denim-jacket"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. The trucker jacket hangs from a single brass peg by the hang loop behind its collar - the loop pulled taut over the peg, the collar puckered and pinched around that one point, the whole 14oz weight swinging off it: left shoulder dropping lower than the right, sleeves slack and unequal, hem off plumb and lifting away from the plaster. Noon sun strikes a pool below the frame and throws its caustic net up the chalk-white wall and over the denim, so the jacket casts its own shadow upward and outward onto the wall, never down. That net is light on unwashed indigo, never bleach: troughs deepen to blue-black, lit ropes brighten but stay saturated indigo, no white, chalk or grey enters the twill anywhere. 85mm at f/5.6 at chest height, square to the wall, weave, selvedge placket seam and each copper button countable. Plaster runs out the top and both sides; the hem swings clear of the bottom. An unlettered woven flag tab sits in the left chest-pocket seam."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 80,
-  "family": "optical"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marrow-vale-flacon-boulder-gap.json

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-{
-  "id": "marrow-vale-flacon-boulder-gap",
-  "title": "Fragrance flacon wedged in granite",
-  "category": "campaign",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marrow-vale-nocturne"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "studio-boulder-gap"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Shoot the minute after a downpour. A rivulet of runoff spills over the upper boulder's lip and breaks across its shoulder; two drops shed off the cap rim as short vertical streaks while the stone holds still. Water beads tight on the facets and blackens the moss to deep green. 100mm at f/3.2, camera at crevice height, tilted up so granite crowds both sides. Soaked sphagnum sits blurred in the near foreground, cut by the bottom and right edges. MARROW VALE is laser-etched in small clean capitals across the cap's shoulder, large enough to read clearly, the grooves flooding glossy with rain. The mark named above is deliberate art direction: disregard the later Avoid clause forbidding text, labels, stickers or engraving on this product."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 25,
-  "family": "geological"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marrow-vale-halite-ledge.json

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-{
-  "id": "marrow-vale-halite-ledge",
-  "title": "Flacon on a halite ledge",
-  "category": "catalog",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marrow-vale-nocturne"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "studio-salt-crystal-cavern"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. Read the brushed-gold cuff and its cabochon that follow as this faceted smoked-glass flacon instead. Stand it square on the halite ledge with one hopper-faced cube shouldering in from the left, the low practical raking so hard that every facet edge takes its own bright line while the matte black cap kills all of them dead. 100mm at f/5.6, camera at ledge height and a touch below the shoulder, the bottle holding a little over half the frame height, dry salt grain crisp around its base, the crystal wall behind dropping away into rose-violet. Two loose halite cubes stand blurred across the near foreground, cut by the bottom edge. MARROW VALE is acid-etched in tall clean capitals across the bottle's front facet, spanning most of that facet's width, the frost reading as nothing at all until the raking beam crosses it and lights the letters from inside."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 8,
-  "family": "geological"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marrow-vale-reeded-colour-bands.json

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-{
-  "id": "marrow-vale-reeded-colour-bands",
-  "title": "Cobalt flask and the shadow of its own knurl",
-  "category": "campaign",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "northward-vacuum-flask"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. One bare fresnel head sits low and close at camera-left and the flask's own machining does the art direction: the knurled cap throws its teeth onto a raw lime-plaster wall behind as a two-metre sawtooth band, every tooth crisp and repeating, while the polished base band curves that same source back onto the plaster as a bright caustic arc above it and the body drops one long shadow out of the bottom-right corner. The matte cobalt coat refuses to shine, so cap and base band are the only specular in the frame and both fire hard. 85mm at f/11 from just below cap height, deep focus from flask to trowel marks, the flask left of centre at roughly sixty-five percent of the frame height. NORTHWARD is laser-etched through the coat to bare steel across the upper body in capitals large enough to read at a glance, taking exactly one highlight. Nothing sits between lens and flask: the near floor is swept empty and falls to black at the bottom edge."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 85,
-  "family": "optical"
-}

package/templates/showcase/marrow-vale-resin-block.json

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-{
-  "id": "marrow-vale-resin-block",
-  "title": "Flacon set in poured amber",
-  "category": "cinematic",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "marrow-vale-nocturne"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "studio-amber-resin-suspension"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. Read the slim gold ring that follows as this faceted smoked-glass flacon instead, stood upright inside a shoebox-sized block of amber resin still curing on the bench and holding about half the frame height. The backlight fires through so the facets cut the transmitted honey into hard wedges and throw one caustic patch onto the scarred wood in front, and the bottle's square shoulders read visibly stepped where the resin's thickness bends them. 80mm at f/8, camera dead level with the cap, the bubble column standing frozen up the block's left side with one fat bubble pinned flat against the glass. The block's meniscus blurs across the top edge, cut by both corners. The bottle carries no mark: smoked charcoal drowning in glowing honey is the whole idea."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 3,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 65,
-  "family": "optical"
-}

package/templates/showcase/moss-larkin-chair-travertine-atrium.json

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-{
-  "id": "moss-larkin-chair-travertine-atrium",
-  "title": "Sling chair in the travertine atrium",
-  "category": "cinematic",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "moss-larkin-sling-lounge-chair"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "template",
-        "id": "furniture-travertine-atrium"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Set it inside the sun-patch so the hard edge of the light crosses the sling on a diagonal — half the saddle leather blown to warm amber with its grain raised, half sunk into travertine bounce, one brass pin firing a specular. Chalk dust drifts through the shaft above it. 35mm at f/8 from standing height, the walnut frame doubled in a wet-looking reflection down the polished screed, the atrium wall climbing out through the top edge. A travertine pier stands just off the lens, its vertical edge dark and soft, cropping the near-left and running out the top and bottom edges. Let the piece stand unmarked."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 10,
-  "family": "place"
-}

package/templates/showcase/nordhavn-headphones-jun-light-bar.json

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-{
-  "id": "nordhavn-headphones-jun-light-bar",
-  "title": "Cork compressing, a bar of sun arriving",
-  "category": "editorial",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "nordhavn-canvas-over-ear-headphones"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "jun"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph, edge to edge, no border, frame or letterbox band. One beat in a bare plaster room: cups worn in place, head tipping a degree into the sound, her right hand just leaving the headband with two fingertips still bearing down on the cork band. Camera at chin height and tilted up 12 degrees, 85mm at f/2.8 a metre out, so the headband arch opens overhead and its cork underside turns toward the lens where it crosses her crown — the cork is the claim here, not the canvas: granulation squeezed shut into dense packed grain under the load and opening into loose pits either side, the turn's edge rolled and burnished from a year of handling, an unlettered woven tab stitched flat into it. The bar of afternoon sun is arriving, not parked: a shutter cranked open off-frame drives its edge up the wall behind her onto her near shoulder, that leading edge soft with lifted dust. Waist-up. Charcoal wool vest over a white poplin shirt, wide slate trousers, black leather loafers, fully dressed, the blunt bob holding its line. Nothing between lens and her."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 49,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/nordhavn-headphones-wen-kitchen-seven.json

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-{
-  "id": "nordhavn-headphones-wen-kitchen-seven",
-  "title": "Seven in the morning, cups still on",
-  "category": "lifestyle",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "nordhavn-canvas-over-ear-headphones"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "character",
-        "id": "wen"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph, edge to edge, no border, frame or letterbox band. Seven in the morning in a narrow kitchen: he stands turned almost fully away with the canvas cups on, the straight side part holding its line, only the back quarter of his head and one shoulder in frame. Camera level with his ear a metre away and swung behind him so the near cup — his left — sits square-on to the lens and owns a good third of the frame width, a pale disc against the shadowed wall. 85mm at f/2.8; low window light from the left grazes the oatmeal-beige cotton canvas so its over-under basket weave resolves warp thread by weft thread, the fine top-stitched seam encircling the cup readable, the cork headband lining granular, the matte ecru yoke arm flat and sheenless. That cup is entirely plain — no button, port, status light or lettering. The kettle's steam is the only thing between lens and product, climbing through the near-right across the cup's right edge and softening that edge alone. No hands and nothing below the chest in frame; an ecru waffle henley collar is the only wardrobe."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 28,
-  "family": "human"
-}

package/templates/showcase/northward-flask-hoarfrost-pavement.json

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-{
-  "id": "northward-flask-hoarfrost-pavement",
-  "title": "Rime growing into the wind",
-  "category": "seasonal",
-  "brief": {
-    "tokens": [
-      {
-        "t": "product",
-        "id": "northward-vacuum-flask"
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "text",
-        "v": " Full-bleed photograph filling the entire frame edge to edge with no border, frame, letterbox band or matte of any kind. Nothing melts here: minus six in freezing fog, the ice still building. The flask stands wedged into the top course of a summit cairn and hard rime has grown out of it horizontally into the wind, long combed white feathers standing clear off the windward flank, cap and shoulder stacked in plates, every feather pointing the same way and all on one side, while the lee flank is scoured bare cobalt. The wind's direction is written on the product and on nothing else. 85mm at f/5.6 from just below cap height, three-quarters on so both flanks read, the flask at two-thirds of the frame height, granite crisp at its base, the fog blowing out to flat white within four metres. Cobalt, bone white and wet granite, nothing warm. Nothing crosses the near field. NORTHWARD is laser-etched through the powder coat to bare steel across the scoured lee flank, capitals large enough to read at a glance, taking the one flat cold highlight here; the windward half carries only rime."
-      },
-      {
-        "t": "format",
-        "id": "portrait",
-        "w": 1024,
-        "h": 1280
-      }
-    ]
-  },
-  "variants": 2,
-  "quality": "high",
-  "width": 1024,
-  "height": 1280,
-  "order": 59,
-  "family": "geological"
-}